And what if I told you that I loved him? Would you tell me the truth, or would you stand there, suffering so that I could be happy?

Maybe life is all about running in the same circle, maybe it's in our very nature to love and be broken, and be mended so that we love and be broken again.

And every day that I walk by you, I'm feeling like a fool, trying to catch my breath, trying not to break down, and you don't even notice my -existence-.

What you call a mistake, I call a lesson. You learn from it, and grow from it.

With each tear, I am vividly reminded of how I could never be good enough for you.

The only reason I envy her, is because I know that I can never love you as she does.

I'm not perfect, so if you can't accept imperfection, why bother me?

Just because I smile, doesn't mean I'm happy

As I stare at your message
I realize, I'm glad I'm crying
because tears are making it blurry,
so I don't have to read your lies

You saw me the other day
but you didn't see my pain
and you didn't see the tears
that I fought to restrain.